Dyed

The two took the cable car to the top of the mountain again. Since they avoided the weekend, there were not many people. Song Jinzhuo took Luo Wenying and walked straight until they came to the steep section in front of the guardrail.

Luo Wenying glanced down, then retracted her head, "Why are you here?"

Song Jinzhuo picked a stone wall and sat cross-legged on it. Luo Wenying vaguely realized that the next words might be related to this place, so she walked over and sat beside Song Jinzhuo.

The man took out a cigarette, lit one and sucked it, and then stuck the cigarette in the crack of the stone beside it. Luo Wenying watched the red smoke gradually go up and devour it.

"Wen Ying, have you ever climbed a mountain?"

"Occasionally, I would come with my friends, but I was too lazy, so I took the cable car in the end."

Song Jinzhuo shook his head, "I'm talking about climbing."

"Then I dare not."

"I haven't been here for several years, and now I feel scared when I see mountains," Song Jinzhuo looked into the distance, "I know a girl who is surprisingly courageous, and we have done a lot after dating. It's crazy stuff, we enjoyed it, we were young and we could have no scruples."

Luo Wenying asked, "Then, where is she now?"

Song Jinzhuo turned his head to look at Luo Wenying, "During a climbing trip, there was an accident and he died."

Luo Wenying was shocked, her heart tightened.

"I was next to her when she fell, and the two of us were hanging on the cliff. She liked to look at the scenery like that, saying that people are always restrained by too many things, and she envied all flying animals. I still remember her The last thing she said before falling, she asked me, Jinzhuo, if one day I give you a pair of wings, where would you most like to fly to?" Song Jinzhuo's throat suddenly choked, Luo Wenying imagined that scene, her eyes circled Flushed, unable to utter a word of comfort.

"I was on the edge of my mouth and opened my mouth. Before the sound came out, I saw her fall back suddenly. I subconsciously reached out to pull her, but it was still a little bit short. I kept asking myself every time, Why is it so short?"

The pain intertwined in Song Jinzhuo's eyes seems to be contagious, "I actually want to tell her, if you give me a pair of wings, I won't go anywhere, and we will be a pair of winged birds, willing to fly in the sky forever, even if we are exhausted , and I don’t want to rest. For so many years, my family has introduced me one by one, and I have tried hard, but as you said, my space will never be filled.” Song Jinzhuo said, pointing He pointed to his chest.

Luo Wenying's nose was sore, and a burst of warmth gushed out of her eye sockets. Song Jinzhuo reached out and wiped her tears, "So you don't have to feel guilty. I want to marry you just because we are suitable. I don't love you. In this life I will marry you." It is also impossible to find someone who can love each other and marry."

Luo Wenying felt even more uncomfortable when she heard the words, "Try to come out, people cannot be resurrected after death."

"I've said this to myself no less than a thousand times or ten thousand times," Song Jinzhuo smiled bitterly, "I sometimes wonder why I didn't jump down with her when I was so tired to live."

"No," Luo Wenying looked anxious, "She wants to see you live a better life."

Song Jinzhuo looked into the lush valley, "Don't comfort me, if I'm really going to die, I'll die already."

Luo Wenying looked at the cigarette that had been burned to the end. Such a feeling burned almost all of a person's passion and love. If it were her, she would be like Song Jinzhuo and never be able to love again.

Song Jinzhuo turned around and saw that Luo Wenying was already crying, he straightened his slender legs, "So don't feel guilty to me, this is not a TV series, the male supporting role will always love the female lead but in the end he has to end up as cannon fodder .I said earlier that my thoughts are very realistic. Even in the future, I will find someone who is as suitable as possible, get married and have children, and then pass this life like this.”

A lifetime is so long, let alone someone like Song Jinzhuo.

Luo Wenying almost forgot how she got back down the mountain. Song Jinzhuo drove her back. Luo Wenying listened to "Reappearing Yesterday" from the stereo: All my good memories can be reproduced clearly, and some of them can still be seen. Makes me cry like it used to be like the old days come back...

Unfortunately, yesterday can never be repeated.

Luo Wenying was in a gloomy mood, and there was always a layer of mist in her eyes. She felt unspeakably uncomfortable. Song Jinzhuo sent Luo Wenying to her door all the way, "I will tell my parents."

Luo Wenying looked up at him, "I can understand you, but I really hope you can be happy."

"Yes," Song Jinzhuo said these two words, even he couldn't convince himself, "You don't have to worry about Qian Kun."

Luo Wenying shook her head, "I'm not worried anymore."

Song Jinzhuo slightly raised the corner of his mouth, "That's good."

"your business……"

Song Jinzhuo interrupted her, "Don't worry about my affairs, I just rest for a few days to put on a show."

Luo Wenying got out of the car and watched Song Jinzhuo drive away. She walked for a while in the direction where the man's rear disappeared, full of complicated feelings.

Enrollment stopped a taxi, and the driver asked, "Where are you going?"

Luo Wenying looked out of the window, through the glass window she could see her cold expression, "Cut Kun."

At this time, the employees of Cun Kun were all in the building. Luo Wenying walked into the square, and she looked at her long shadow on the ground.The front desk still greeted her with a professional smile, the elevator door opened, and she saw a group of people coming.

Mingzheng walked in the front, with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. When he was working, his appearance was always cold and unapproachable. From time to time, he whispered something to the people around him.

As soon as he looked up, he suddenly saw Luo Wenying standing in front of him, and someone started to say hello, "Manager Luo."

Mingzheng held a document in his hand, and he dropped his hand to his side, stepped forward and said, "What's wrong?"

Luo Wenying clasped Mingzheng's waist tightly with both hands, leaning her head lightly on her shoulder, this action made everyone present dumbfounded, Mingzheng sensed that something was wrong with her, "Is something wrong?"

Luo Wenying shook her head, as if she just realized that the occasion was wrong, she tried to hold back her emotions and wanted to back away, but Mingzheng grabbed her shoulders and pressed her tightly into her arms.